Billionaire's Reborn Darling Is Not A Fool

Sincerity

Standing on the stairs, Emily was dressed in a pure white dress. On her delicate face were two big but glazed eyes, and she looked quite adorable with her lips pouting. The man beside her was in a black suit. He looked exceptionally tall with handsome features, characterized by thick eyebrows, a straight nose and a well-defined jaw. However, his profile gave an air of aloofness. When his cold eyes swept around the hall, many guests did not even dare to look at him.

It was Vincent who didn't turn up at tonight's banquet!

Beverly immediately walked over with Elsie.

"I am so sorry. Mr. Vincent, my daughter must have caused great trouble to you. I apologize for her." Although Beverly appeared to be sincere, she couldn't conceal her joy. Perhaps seeing her youngest daughter stand by Vincent's side was enough to satisfy her vanity.

Elsie also said softly, "Emily, come over."

However, she couldn't help but be puzzled. How come Vincent was with her retarded sister? Why didn't he throw her out in disgust?

It was said that every woman sneaking into Vincent's room on previous banquets was thrown out by him mercilessly.

The moment Emily saw Elsie, she thought of the knife that her sister used to disfigure her, feeling devoured by hate. But she deliberately shrank back and grabbed onto Vincent's sleeve.

With an awkward expression, Elsie asked, "Emily?"

What was wrong with Emily? The effects of the aphrodisiac seemed to have worn off. Vincent couldn't be the one helping her with that, could he?

Emily's look of fear also confused Elsie. Could it be that her sister already knew she was the one drugging her?

That was impossible. Emily was just a retard. How could she know all this?

With a lot on her mind, Elsie still pretended to be gentle. She asked softly, "Emily, what's wrong?"

Pouting, Emily burst into crying. "Elsie, I'm so scared. Eliot isn't around and I can't find him. The water is so cold and my head hurts..."

No one noticed that Vincent raised his eyebrows for a second.

The guests were instantly in an uproar. Emily's few words were enough for them to get the whole picture.

It turned out that this retarded girl went to look for her brother. However, instead of finding him, she accidentally fell into Vincent's pool and was then saved by him.

However, Eliot didn't even attend the banquet. Therefore, it was beyond doubt that Beverly and Elsie told a lie to Emily. All the guests present turned to look at them with contempt.

Although Miss Emily of the Britt family was an illegitimate daughter, she was retarded after all and was no threat to Beverly. Why was the step-mother ill-treating her so? On today's occasion, instead of taking good care of Emily, she asked her to go to Vincent's room to look for Eliot. She must have an ulterior motive....

"Don't cry, honey. What exactly is going on?" With feigned care, Beverly held Emily in her arms and said, "Be a good girl, and mom will take you home right away."

"Auntie, I want to see my mother." Emily sobbed.

Beverly's face immediately turned pale. How she wished she could tear Emily apart! However, she managed to put on a soft look. "Okay. As long as you stop crying, I'll take you to see whoever you want to see."

Elsie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears and smiled sweetly at Vincent. "Thank you for saving my sister, Mr. Vincent."

The assistant behind Vincent came over and said politely with a smile, "It's not enough to show your sincerity by merely saying this."

"Mr. Vincent, do you mean..." Elsie revealed a shyer smile. If Vincent asked her how she was about to thank him, she could offer to treat him to dinner. In that case....

"The water in the pool has been polluted by Miss Emily and Mr. Vincent is really not happy about that. He is going to demolish it and build a new one." With the tablet in his hands, Vincent's assistant quoted the price. "Mrs. Britt, please prepare the reconstruction fees as quickly as possible, for we are in a hurry to start our work."

Elsie was dumbfounded, and it took her a long time to regain her senses.

Emily, who was pretending to be retarded, almost laughed out in the middle of her crying. Fortunately, no one paid attention to her.

As a sophisticated woman, Beverly quickly came to her senses. "No problem...," she replied with a forced smile.

It seemed that she would weep in the next second.

Vincent finally started to talk, but his words were for Emily, "Come here. I'll send you back."

Beverly opened her mouth wide in surprise. Even Elsie couldn't control her facial expression and glared at Emily in astonishment.

Other guests present felt the same way.

How come that Vincent wanted to send a retarded girl home?

Did he take a fancy to her?

Of all the ladies coming to the banquet arranged for him today, he was interested in that retard of the Britts?

If Mr. Rolando, Vincent's father hadn't left early, he would have fainted from anger!

Emily was puzzled for a while and continued to pout and whine, having no idea what Vincent was up to.

Beverly pushed her in front of Vincent and said, "Quick, follow Mr. Vincent."

Emily's palm-sized face was full of unhappiness, and she wasn't faking.

Vincent swept a glance at her. He reached out to take her by the wrist and pulled her out of the door.

The guests gasped again.

The rumored celibate Mr. Vincent was now holding the hand of a woman, no, a retard!

Vincent's guards, including his assistant, were all dumbfounded. Then, they rushed out to drive his car to the entrance before pulling open the car door for them.

Emily looked back and found Beverly and Elsie were looking at her with mixed feelings. Seeing Emily turning around, they put on their smiles and waved at her. "Go on. We will be back soon."

Emily still pouted with tears hanging on her face. She stood in front of the car door and refused to get in.

Even as a retard, she knew who her family was. How could she get into a stranger's car for no reason, even when this stranger had saved her? However, she knew nothing about life-saving. All she knew was....

Just as she was standing, the assistant carried a plate of a wide range of cakes and pastries into the car.

Emily's eyes lit up and she immediately followed him in.

Not far away, seeing what happened just now, the others couldn't help but sigh. "A retard indeed."

Among all the guests enjoying the show, Elsie gritted her teeth. How could that retard get into Mr. Vincent's car?

"Call your father and ask him to invite Mr. Vincent in!" Beverly hastily dragged Elsie out and said, "We must go now!"

The hatred in Elsie's heart ran so deep.

Why was their brother Eliot so kind to that retard and now, Mr. Vincent, too? What was it about her?

In the car, when Emily had just finished the last mango cake, they were already far away from the Scavo's. With no one seeing her, she didn't need to play dumb.

Turning her head, she discovered that the man beside her was sitting upright, solemnly staring at her. She didn't know how long he had been watching.

Emily was lost for words.

Should she continue playing dumb?

Emily thought for a while before giving Vincent an embarrassed smile, "Thank you."

Vincent's assistant in the passenger seat peeked at them through the rearview mirror despite himself. Miss Emily was such an excellent actress that even he was almost tricked.

He had no idea why she had been playing dumb for these years.

Vincent chose to play along with her. He asked in a deep and low voice, "Need more?"

He took out his thumb and wiped off the cream on her lips.

Although shocked, Emily didn’t feel awkward. Back at home, her brother was kind to her, too. Vincent probably regarded her as his sister.

"No, thanks. I'm all set." Emily nodded.

"Good." Vincent was terse. Then he said no more.

Inside the dimly-lit car, only street lights flashed sporadically through the window, reflecting the intimidating outline of the person beside her.

After a while, Emily cast him a glance and asked, "Anything you want to ask me?"

"What?" He turned his head. His face looked fantastic with his cold expression. She could see his trim eyebrows and thin lips through streamed streetlights. Half of his face was shadowed, if one saw properly, the indifference and coldness overflowed from his eyes.

He looked extremely handsome even with a blank, expressionless face.

Emily was close to her brother, who was also handsome. So, she wasn't charmed by him, but found him dangerous. She involuntarily leaned against the window and hesitantly said, "Like why would I know that you would die next year?"